Close Up (Jul-Dec 1928)

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CLOSE UP combined the technical values of Potemkin with the additional element of being a good show One result of this was that a week after The End of St, Petersburg opened, not only were all the motion picture critics writing enthusiastically about it, but their more valued colleagues, the dramatic critics, were talking excitedly of the film also. Accustomed to sneering the usual theater-goer's sneer at the contemptible object they call the movies, these somewhat condescending gentlemen remained to marvel at the dramatic possibilities of this humble medium. American defenders of the cinema are constantly met by this attitude of contempt that their cultured fellow-countrymen bear towards the cinema, and a picture like The End of St. Petersburg is, therefore, of infinite value in overthrowing this destructively cynical point of view. Add to that the importance of the work in restoring the morale of the unfortunate film advocates, beaten down after a succession of fourth-rate pictures, and you ma}' gain some faint idea of what the Russian production has already done for us here. As for the recent American-made photoplays, only two are worthy of consideration, and one of these was directed by a German. This is The Man Who Laughs, a surprisingly faithful adaptation of the Hugo novel, directed with fine atmospheric effectiveness by Paul Leni and splendidly acted by Conrad Veidt and Olga Baclanova. The other is The Big Noise, a humble enough program picture which was given a certain, at least, local importance by the fact that it actually satirized American political conditions and even had the irreverance to poke fun at New York's mayor. 15